Meng Bufan first took stock of his belongings. This room was rented, with half a year left on the lease. In three months, the landlord wouldn't be able to collect rent anyway.
He even cut his finger and smeared blood on every suspicious-looking object, vainly attempting to activate an infinite spatial inventory.
But after bustling about for a long time, nearly losing too much blood, he still couldn't find a space of his own.
"What the hell! Shouldn't all protagonists have a spatial inventory?" Meng Bufan was a bit depressed, but after thinking for a while, he stood back up.
Thinking of those helpless girls after the apocalypse, Meng Bufan felt full of motivation.
But talk was just talk; he didn't have much money of his own. Having just listed out the essential supplies and roughly calculated the cost, Meng Bufan wanted to cry.
"Looks like the most important thing is to get money first." He secretly made up his mind. For his future happy life, he would just have to work hard for now! He knew Fang Zhiyi's plans in the apocalypse, roughly remembering which places had mutants and which places were safe. As long as he laid a good foundation now, everything else would be easy.
Meng Bufan picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and dialed his home number.
Receiving a call from her long-uncontacted son, Meng Bufan's mother was very happy. Meng Bufan straightforwardly asked for money. To get more, he even lied, saying he had a girlfriend who was now pregnant. Originally hesitant, Mother Meng was so excited upon hearing this that she wanted to come over immediately. Meng Bufan hastily stopped her, "What's the use of you coming? Even if you come, it'll have to wait until three months from now. I need to meet her family first."
"Son, to meet her parents, shouldn't your dad and I go? Wait, I'll tell your dad right now..."
Meng Bufan hurriedly said, "No need!" His brain spun rapidly. "Actually, it's because her parents are both abroad and can't come back for now. It'll have to wait until three months later. Anyway, just give me some money first; I need to hire a nanny for her."
"How can a nanny be as careful as a mother?" Mother Meng was very excited. "Mom will buy a ticket to come over tomorrow."
"She is a rich young lady! The care she needs is professional! Do you think she'd buy into your old-fashioned ways? Don't scare her away! Are you giving it or not? If not, forget it! I won't get married then!" Seeing his lie full of holes, Meng Bufan immediately changed his tone.
Mother Meng fell silent for a moment, then lowered her voice, "Alright, alright, Mom will transfer the money to you in a bit. Hire someone to take good care of her, and your dad and I will come see you guys then!"
Meng Bufan hung up the phone directly.
An hour later, his phone rang. It was a transfer from his mother. Although it wasn't a lot, Meng Bufan was quite satisfied.
He wasn't afraid of them finding out it was a lie later. Anyway, the apocalypse would break out in three months. Whether they could even survive was another matter.
"Next up is..." Meng Bufan flipped through his contacts and dialed the next number.
"Hello, Cousin? It's me. Didn't I just change to a new job? I need to go on a business trip for three months recently, but I can't get reimbursed until I come back..."
"Hello, Auntie, it's me, Bufan. There's a position at our company that I think is quite suitable for my little cousin. It's just that the manager always expects me to show some appreciation, and I don't have that much money... Yes, yes, he can start work in three months! How could I lie to you!"
.......
After making phone calls for an entire afternoon, Meng Bufan beamed with joy at the balance in his mobile banking app.
"The apocalypse is coming, I should have a good meal first!" He pushed the door open and walked out, ready to feast, planning to start his preparations tomorrow.
There was a newly opened hotpot restaurant outside his residential complex. He had wanted to eat there before, but it was quite expensive. Today was different; Meng Bufan had money.
For the first time, he enjoyed the happiness of being a rich man.
"Serve one portion of everything! What do you mean I can't finish it? If I can't finish it, I'll pack it up!"
Watching the waiter bow and leave, a surge of pleasure welled up in his heart. Sure enough, a person had to stand at the very top to enjoy life!
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him, making Meng Bufan freeze for a moment.
He slowly turned his head in disbelief and saw a face deeply etched in his memory.
Fang Zhiyi! Why was he here? In that instant, Meng Bufan felt a bit guilty. After all, he knew that if it hadn't been for his words, Fang Zhiyi and the others wouldn't have died.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi noticed his gaze, smiled at him friendlily, and then continued chatting with the person opposite him.
Meng Bufan slapped himself. He had been reborn! In his previous life, he had never been to this hotpot restaurant until his death. So Fang Zhiyi had been here that day! Thinking about it this way, it all made sense! What was there to feel guilty about?
He turned back around, feeling somewhat smug in his heart. You don't know yet, do you? The apocalypse is coming, and this time I'm going to ride on your head!
But the words from behind him caught his attention.
"You know, I have no choice either. These canned goods and stuff were all swiped from my uncle's supermarket. I need to sell them quickly now, otherwise, if my family finds out, they'll definitely beat me up."
"But with so much instant food... you're making it a bit difficult for me, bro. In this day and age, these things aren't easy to sell."
"Big bro, please help me out. I know you have connections. I'll just offload them to you at the cheapest price, alright?"
Meng Bufan's heart began to thump wildly. Well, well, this Fang Zhiyi pretended to be so righteous back then, but it turns out he was a petty thief before the apocalypse! And he actually had a batch of canned food and other edibles in his hands?
Wasn't this just like finding a pillow right when you were feeling sleepy?
Fang Zhiyi was still conversing with that man, their voices dropping lower and lower. Meng Bufan suddenly had a new idea. What if he bought these things from Fang Zhiyi? When the apocalypse arrived, Fang Zhiyi would die of regret!
At the thought of Fang Zhiyi's regretful and resentful expression toward him, Meng Bufan's heart filled with delight.
"Why don't you sit next to me and listen?" The man's words interrupted his fantasy.
Meng Bufan only then realized that in order to keep listening, his head was almost right in front of the man's face. When the man turned his head, they nearly kissed, angering the man so much he raised his hand wanting to smack him.
Meng Bufan hurriedly sat back in his own seat.
"Psycho!" The man stood up. "I'm going to the restroom. Damn it, I can't even eat hotpot without running into a psycho."
A godsent opportunity!
Meng Bufan looked at Fang Zhiyi's miserable expression and tentatively spoke up, "Um, Fang... friend, I heard you have canned goods to sell?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him listlessly and nodded. "Clearance stock from my uncle's supermarket. I figured they wouldn't sell just sitting there, so..." He rubbed his hands together, looking a bit embarrassed.
Meng Bufan felt contempt in his heart but didn't show it on his face.
"I just happen to want to buy some. How much do you have? What's the price?"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
